He moved to the outside of court where he waited for her, gently extending his hand and introducing himself as “Leonard”. She accepted with, “Ir...ene,” and smiled. “What brought you here?” she asks, assessing him once more in her thoughts. He is a large, tallish man in his mid-40s, salt and pepper hair in a neat, short style; strong built and obvious that he has spent many hours in a gym in spite of his slightly advanced age. And then his eyes! She had never seen anything like that blue eyes in. Locked in a hair-pulling match, they whispered threats to each other’s face. Spitting. They finally fell to the floor, each driving her thigh between the other’s open legs, soft flesh rubbing against hairy cunt. Finally, they couldn’t help but tongue-kiss, tongue-kisses that were more like love bites. Each had blood drops on her face which excited them no end. They started rolling on the wooden plank floor, until they bumped into the legs of a table, then rolled the other way until they reached. In no time at all he was groping my crotch and whispering in my ear how he wanted to suck me off. Now I should say at this point that back then I was over a hundred pounds lighter, toned body, longer hair, and my dick would get up to almost 4" when hard, a lot has changed since then! lol! Anyways, he suggested we go someplace more private and took my hand and led me to the back where there was a room with no lights. We walked in and I couldn't see anything! The only thing in the room was a set. Found out they had been on the run and hadn't really eaten much in 3 days. Gayle and I joined in the grub session and the mood was very gay. As in, what 'gay' used to mean. Meaning happy. They were happy to be alive, I was happy to have some company, good-looking company at that! I showed the girls where the shower was, got out some of my ex-wife's clothes and mine too, and told them to try and find something that fit. They were mostly just camo clothes, my ex took all her street clothes. Also.